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New House


Dad who thinks life is a paper bag
Gets heavier and heavier
You hold until the bottom drops out

Says make me a poem that starts sad
And ends happy
Nobody's ever done that before

He's never read the one about the dead people
Shining in paradise and the light reaching them
Out of colanders almost

Today he says his new house is like being
On vacation every day
That he sleeps like a baby

That the boxwood under his window
Is so pretty you want to pee in your pants
That he is happy all the time


Janet Foxman

Disposable Camera
The University of Chicago Press


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